[ Any witty retort Harper had died on her lips as Strange stripped in front of her. She'd nearly memorized every inch of that body before he had disappeared, and had dreamed of it constantly. Now though, his body was marked with cuts and bruises that hadn't been there before. She had seen him beat up some before, but never quite to this extent. He probably hurt like hell, and yet there he was, clearly hungry and ready for her.
A mix of desire and concerned welled up in her, and if that didn't constitute as love, she didn't know what did.
She reached out and ran her fingers gingerly over a prominent bruise on Strange's chest. Her eyes roamed his body, taking in every spot of damage and silently promised to lavish him with her own attention soon enough. ]
For all the times I've fantasized about you when you were gone...well, I'm more than ready.
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A mix of desire and concerned welled up in her, and if that didn't constitute as love, she didn't know what did.
She reached out and ran her fingers gingerly over a prominent bruise on Strange's chest. Her eyes roamed his body, taking in every spot of damage and silently promised to lavish him with her own attention soon enough. ]
For all the times I've fantasized about you when you were gone...well, I'm more than ready.